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»There was no man born perfect

There is no tree born on this earth which does not
shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete
foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm,

There is no pond born on this earth which does not
evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells
towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery rays
of the Sun,

There is no road born on this earth which does not get
sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and
virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust
traverses in disdain,

There is no flower born on this earth which does not
wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre
and thunderous rain,

There is no muscle born on this earth which does not
dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain
even as perilous and old age crept in,

There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on
reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower
its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating
from the mouth,

There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on
soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any
signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off
to blissful sleep,

There is no eye born on this earth which does not
effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even
in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,
There is no cheek born on this earth which does not
blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when
voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately
loved,

There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly
keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its
way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when
viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic
sword,

There is no star born on this earth which keeps on
shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer
even against the most blistering ray of the Sun,

There is no lip born on this earth which does not
purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even
when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams,

There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on
producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit;
doesn’t succumb like infinite others in its fraternity
to the onslaught of uncouth drought,

There is no mouth born on this earth which does not
yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each
day unveils itself into chilly night,

There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag
its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after
sighting its master,

There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not
sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel
even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and
rubicund demeanor,

There is no pen born on this earth which keeps on
indefatigably writing; embosses volumes after volumes
of books even after the last fraction of ink in its
body is completely exhausted,

There is no mother born on this earth who does not
care for her new born child; strangulates her baby;
infact the very blood which she had painstakingly
spawned,

And there is no man born on this earth who is
absolutely perfect; achieving astronomical heights by
the mere swish of his little finger; executing each
aspect of life to envious perfection; and if indeed
there is one such individual who actually had the
power to metamorphose the entire Universe into
enchanting paradise; then he wasn’t even the slightest
resemblance of man; for he was infact OMNIPRESENT GOD…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was no price on earth

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore
of my body experienced; while briskly philandering
through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant
breeze,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I
felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of
miraculously rejuvenating dawn,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the
little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily
sagging demeanor,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that
I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed
through the wilderness of the forests and the
gloriously spell binding waterfalls,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that
I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of
majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully
enshrouded every ingredient of my blood,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of
humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides;
the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I
felt in every aspect of my vibrant life,

There was no price on this earth that could ever
substitute; those moments when I realized I was going
to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles
on the faces of me and my wife; alike,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the
ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every
night under the gregariously milky moon,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of
my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had
felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of
veritable time,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once
again become an innocuously wandering child; regally
frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until
the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had
indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress
deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the
famished whites of my lugubrious eye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the
paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically
marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous
granules of soil,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my
face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential
livelihood with my very own hands,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element
of my visage experienced; as I nosedived without a
parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully
snow clad hills,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me
by my godly mother right since the first cry of my
birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically
gory whippings from the conventionally inclement
society,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the
face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably
innocent actions to nibble everything that came her
way,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the
mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously
starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the
atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those two words of encouragement from the
haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of
Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she
was just about to leave the planet forever and die,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the
ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient
sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form;
every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry,

And there was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those instants when I fell in love at
first sight; those unassailable passions in my body
when we first united; those immortal bonds of love
that we had formed for infinite more births yet to
unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to
lead life….

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

»There was nothing born on earth

There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray of water cascading down the mountain,
There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than piquant slices of red chili,
There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than the human eye,
There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the throbbing heart,
There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig manure,
There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,
There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than resplendently strong beams of the moon,
There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than a glass of natural coconut water,
There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the skin of an innocuous infant,
There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,
There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,
There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,
There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a helpless cry,
There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,
There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the glistering sand,
There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than the growl of the panther,
There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than the inner voice of the conscience,
There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than serving mankind,
There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a persons mother,
There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the Creator,
And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than true love.

»There was nothing like office

THERE WAS NOTHING like stink; in the dictionary of the
rose; blossoming in the mesmerizing ambience of the
valley,

There was nothing like cowardice in the dictionary of
the lion; roaring its way thunderously through the
dense outgrowths of the jungle,

There was nothing like adulteration in the dictionary
of the gushing stream; cascading down the pristine
slopes of the gorgeous mountain,

There was nothing like pessimism in the dictionary of
the Sun; inundating every spot of earth with
blistering rays and dazzling shine,

There was nothing like stain in the dictionary of the
eraser; as it ruthlessly annihilated every blemish
that it came across and caressed,

There was nothing like color in the dictionary of
milk; as it oozed out impeccably white from the teats
of the mother,

There was nothing like laziness in the dictionary of
the clock; as it ticked diligently; without gasping
the slightest for breath all round the clock,

There was nothing like dryness in the dictionary of
the clouds; as they showered unrelentingly; flooding
scorching mass of sand with heavenly water,

There was nothing like pandemonium in the dictionary
of the valley; as it reverberated its echoes sonorous
and clear; piercing every nook and cranny of the
atmosphere,

There was nothing like sleep in the dictionary of the
owl; as it incorrigibly kept awake all night; without
batting its eyelids the slightest,

There was nothing like straightness in the dictionary
of a dog; as it inevitably kept curling its tail; as
hard as you might try and compress it,

There was nothing like euphoria in the dictionary of a
yawn; as it was a perennial indication of a person to
blissfully close his eyes; snore and sleep,

There was nothing like freezing in the dictionary of
the fire; which leapt in handsome flames to try and
sizzle the cosmos,

There was nothing like weakness in the dictionary of
the boxer; whose swollen fists; craved inexorably to
drill a hole through the wall,

There was nothing like bragging in the heart of a
humanitarian; whose sole purpose in life was to uplift
the downtrodden society,

There was nothing like empathy in the tears of the
corrupt politician; who simply cried to gain votes and
sympathy of the masses,

There was nothing like manipulation in the dictionary
of the mother; as every word she uttered was in the
benefit of her child,

There was nothing like devil in the dictionary of the
temple; where sacrosanct bells kept ringing the
essence of existence till eternity,

There was nothing like death in the dictionary of God;
as he was immortal; guiding the destiny of all from
the skies,

And there was nothing like office in the dictionary of
my mind; as I was overwhelmingly busy in composing
poetry; engrossed in poetic fantasy and entirely
oblivious to the vagaries of this mercenary world…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was nothing wrong

There was nothing wrong even if I spoke a 1000 lies,
if it brought a smile to the face of the impoverished
child,

There was nothing wrong even if I clambered up the
mountain slopes well past midnight, if my expedition
ended with God waiting to sequester me in his arms,

There was nothing wrong even if I killed clusters of
red ant, if my massacre saved the life of a sleeping
angel,

There was nothing wrong even if I burnt books of
revered literature, if the crackling fires generated
thereby imparted warmth to the shivering patient,

There was nothing wrong even if I slapped the bustling
youth, if my rebukes helped them cope better with the
acrimonious society,

There was nothing wrong even if I furtively shirked
crowds, if my evading them brought me at whisker
lengths close to my beloved,

There was nothing wrong even if I failed miserably in
the examination, if my flunking gave a chance to
students more deserving,

There was nothing wrong even if I drove my car like a
maniac on the streets, if my whirlwind speeding
transported the unconscious soldier to the hospital,

There was nothing wrong even if I submerged my entire
persona in disdainful grease, if it meant that the
fish could swim in pure crystal water,

There was nothing wrong even if I dug the earth
several feet with my axe, if my shoveling extricated
the man brutally buried alive,

There was nothing wrong even if I acted like a clown,
if my ludicrous gestures made the gloomy princess
wholeheartedly laugh,

There was nothing wrong even if I refrained from
sipping a single droplet of liquid, if my scorching
myself gave new life to the withering deserts,

There was nothing wrong even if I reached office late
everyday, if my not arriving on time gave me a chance
to hear the sparrows chirp flirtatiously in the
morning,

There was nothing wrong even if I clad myself in a
piece of tottered robe, if my being naked saved that
extra bit of cotton for the farmer,

There was nothing wrong even if I gulped a barrel full
of whisky instead of tea at dawn, if my mind
fantasized about all the goodness, transited into a
blissful slumber thereafter,

There was nothing wrong even if I traversed on a bed
of savage thorns, if it meant that my mother could
sleep like a queen on the golden couch,

There was nothing wrong even if I said a blunt no when
I could have gone around in fishy routes, if my being
straightforward patronized my honesty,

There was nothing wrong even if I washed my eyes in a
pool of blood, if my bruises could ignite the hearts
of all those selfish,

And there was nothing wrong even I had to die Infinite
deaths, if each breath of mine gave birth to a million
new, saw to it that life went on and so did you…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was simply no need

There was simply no need for a bicycle; an ostentatious car to maneuver
me
around,
Till the time I possessed a pair of strong feet; which robustly bore my
weight; carried me to all places I desired.

There was simply no need for an angular binocular; an array of
telescopic
tubes circumventing my persona,
Till the time I had intricate pairs of glistening eyes; which placed me
in
stupendous ecstasy after sighting the twinkling stars.

There was simply no need for supersonic computer; a host of modern
contrivances aligning my table,
Till the time I had fingers which could emboss beautiful calligraphy on
bonded
paper; a brain of my own to use.

There was simply no need for a lifeboat to assist me choppy waters; a
cavalcade of ships to ensure my safety,
Till the time muscle bulged from under my shirt; rubicund blood
circulated
through my veins.

There was simply no need for the mundane ceiling fan; suspended rigidly
from
the webbed ceiling,
Till the time my body could attune itself to the outside heat;
audaciously
confront droplets of poignant sweat trickling down my forehead.

There was simply no need for biscuits coated with lascivious honey;
chicory
baskets replete with ravishing chocolate,
Till the time I could procure fresh fruits from nature; had an
insatiable
craving for fresh water in my bowels.

There was simply no need orators preparing and delivering my speech;
with me
watching the scenario languishing beside the pool,
Till the time I had incarcerated in my mouth a fleshy tongue; which
could
swirl rampantly and eloquently speak.

There was simply no need for a mattress of swanky satin; strewn
alongwith a
fleet of immaculate white pearls,
Till the time my bones were as solid as a rock; my skull was
acclimatized to
sleep on the plain stone floor.

There was simply no need for the bombastic shower; nimbly diffusing few
droplets of water at a time,
Till the time there existed the country river; compounded with the
exuberance
in my soul to bathe in it.

And there was simply no need for me to worry; take a plethora of
insurmountable tensions on my head,
Till the time there existed; my celestial mother; my loving beloved;
and my
sacrosanct god.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was something

There was something in those insatiably poignant eyes
of hers; which said that she tumultuously craved for
my unrelenting stares,

There was something in those ardently passionate lips
of hers; which said that she indefatigably longed for
me to kiss her; till times beyond infinite infinity,

There was something in those ravishingly tantalizing
hair of hers; which said that she fervently yearned
for my everlasting caress; descending like a timeless
angel in each of my wandering senses,

There was something in those seductively charismatic
eyelashes of hers; which said that she unfathomably
desired to be tickled by my groping fingers;
triggering her entire countenance into fireballs of
unrelenting delight,

There was something in those titillating shadows of
hers; which said that she relentlessly desired to
perennially coalesce with my romantic spirit;
compassionately explore every cranny of my flesh; with
the untamed tenacity of a freshly born child,

There was something in those marvelously piquant feet
of hers; which said that she intransigently wanted me
to indefatigably chase her till beyond the summits of
eternal eternity; irrefutably conquering every iota of
her majestically magical aura,

There was something in those royal expressions of
hers; which said that she incorrigibly aspired to
unceasingly gyrate with me under resplendent rivers of
milky moonlight; sleep like an innocuously divine
angel impregnably snuggling close to my chest; for
centuries unprecedented,

There was something in those rhapsodic sounds of hers;
which said that she unassailably longed for me to
frenziedly feel each element of her jubilantly
ecstatic happiness; profoundly inviting me to bond
with her; fathomlessly enamoring beauty,

There was something in those ingratiatingly
titillating smiles of hers; which said that she
invincibly wished for me to compassionately trace the
outlines of her rosy lips; forever exist with her
majestically Omnipotent aura; for countless more
births yet to unfurl,

There was something in those princely cheeks of hers;
which immutably cried for me to mischievously pinch
them; nostalgically philander with her in meadows of
innocent childhood; for countless brilliant days and
vibrantly ebullient nights,

There was something in those divinely ears of hers;
which irrefutably sizzled for me to drift my
melodiously captivating enigma into her heavenly nape;
tingle even the most inconspicuous trace of her
imagery; with the masculinity in my stride,

There was something in those exuberantly radiant teeth
of hers; which incessantly burnt for me to profusely
intertwine all my exhilaration and gloom with her
fulminating soul; handsomely alike,

There was something in those enchantingly fabulous
footsteps of hers; which said that she tirelessly
waited for me to enter the door of her fervently
trembling conscience; take complete and overwhelming
control over each of her galloping thoughts,

There was something in those honeysuckle fingers of
hers; which said that she insurmountably fantasized
about interlocking her vivaciously intriguing destiny
with mine; perpetually transposing each rivulet of my
crimson blood; with her, marvelously scented veins,

There was something in those magnificently tangy
birthmarks of hers; which said that she thunderously
perceived me in an astounding kaleidoscope of
fascinating forms; ardently stared ghastly death in
its deplorable face; to savor just a single delicious
whisper from my throat,

There was something in those fulminating goose-bumps
of hers; which said that she uncontrollably wanted me
to celestially hug her for all sides; make her the
unequivocal queen of my brain and body; alike,

There was something in those glorious paintings of
hers; which said that she impregnably conceived me as
the only messiah of her priceless life; intrepidly
surging ahead with me; to unitedly exist for a
countless more lifetimes,

There was something in those Godly breaths of hers;
which said that she perennially wanted me to feel the
wafts of Omnipotent air diffusing from her nostrils;
timelessly survive nestling against the congenially
joyous warmth of her pristine chest,

And there was something in those passionate heartbeats
of hers; which said that she wanted me to immortally
love her; forever listen to the innocuous cadence of
her countenance; forever follow her and make her
solely mine….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was something in her

Her visage might not be exquisitely embellished;
encapsulated in rustically plaintive clothes from
nimble foot; to insatiably sacrosanct forehead,

Her visage might not be ravishingly tantalizing;
divinely meditating under the mystical oak tree;
profusely blending every of its holistic element; with
the spirit of the celestially divine,

Her visage might not be pompously flashy; bountifully
coalescing with everlastingly exotic rudiments of
nature; perennially entrenching itself with the winds
of profoundly simplistic nostalgia,

Her visage might not be invincibly triumphant;
inadvertently erring countless times in a single day;
in her innocuously drifting stride,

Her visage might not be raunchily seductive;
scintillating as unequivocally candidly as the
flamboyantly sweltering Sun; filtering a path of
unassailable righteousness; for infinite more births
yet to come,

Her visage might not be overpoweringly dictatorial;
retracting like a freshly nubile bride into the
corridors of resplendent reticence; at even the most
mercurial insinuation of ghastly badness or penalizing
crime,

Her visage might not be aristocratically princely;
harmoniously sequestering itself under an unfathomable
blanket of green leaves; as its sole abode to lead the
uncouthly freezing night,

Her visage might not be astoundingly fragrant;
onerously perspiring under the endlessly sweltering
Sun; as she assiduously carved her way towards her
daily livelihood,

Her visage might not be Omnisciently prognosticating;
miserably dithering to perceive even an infinitesimal
fraction of what was going to unfurl; an evanescent
step further,

Her visage might not be indefatigably twinkling;
somberly enveloping its diminutive contours; in the
fabric of unwittingly fallible humanity,

Her visage might not be tirelessly smiling;
sporadically erupting into traumatically anguished
cries; as the inevitability of sacrificing existence;
took its insurmountably unbearable toll,

Her visage might not be ubiquitously magnanimous;
insatiably confining herself to the realms of her
parsimonious dwelling; stringently persevering every
bit of her stingily hard-earned possessions,

Her visage might not be unrelentingly poignant;
pragmatically bonding with the vagaries of this
conventionally turgid society; in order to survive in
holistic unison and symbiosis with the enchanting
atmosphere,

Her visage might not be boundlessly unconquerable;
humanely collapsing to the acrimoniously treacherous
pressures of existence; at times feeling stressed
beyond the threshold of inexplicably debilitating
frustration,

Her visage might not be incomprehensibly magnetic;
hardly being noticed a parsimonious trifle; even as
she trespassed through the most lackadaisically
nonchalant of crowds,

Her visage might not be aristocratically regale;
bearing the shades of a normally unwitting commoner;
even as cloudbursts of untamed fantasy; handsomely
perpetuated her from every construable side,

Her visage might not be unsurpassably contemporary;
irrefutably following the fathomlessly medieval and
age old theories of existence; while the entire planet
voluptuously gyrated to the rhythm of the blaring
discotheque; by her window side,

Her visage might not be made for today’s world; with
even the most capriciously ephemeral mist of
manipulation; remaining countless continents apart
from her; indomitably righteous stride,

And although not even a single tune of her visage
coincided with the globe outside; not even a single
entity acknowledged her the slightest for her little
but hard-fought accomplishments in life; not even a
single cloud noticed the innocent impressions which
she had left on earth during the tenure of her
lifetime,

There was something in her which I found in no other
woman; caste or tribe; there was something in her
which rendered every moment of my survival priceless;
there was something in her which heavenly blessed me
even beyond my infinite lives; there was something in
her which immortally became my love till even after my
journey to heaven; hell; my breath and time….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was something in that voice

There was something in that voice; which made me
exotically wander through the aisles of untamed
fantasy; and unendingly tantalizing seduction,

There was something in that voice; which metamorphosed
even the most inexplicably horrendous of my misery;
into a blooming paradise of everlastingly enchanting
melody,

There was something in that voice; which enthralled me
beyond the dormitories of comprehension; wholesomely
freed me of all my murderously monotonous
apprehensions; and agonies of the uncouth planet
outside,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly
seduced me even after the heart of dolorously dreary
midnight; rekindling every deadened pore of my flesh
to blend with the Almighty Divine,

There was something in that voice; which enshrouded
every cranny of beleaguered soul with rhapsodic
exuberance; an insatiable yearning to
philanthropically bond with all my comrades; innocuous
and living,

There was something in that voice; which irrefutably
taught me the essence of unbiased love towards all my
fellow compatriots either rich or despicably poor;
taught me that service to mankind was indeed true
service to the divine,

There was something in that voice; which transformed
me into an invincibly blazing fortress; unflinchingly
confronting every impediment that dared come my way;
to forever radiate like spell binding Sunshine,

There was something in that voice; which handsomely
extricated my manipulatively besieged conscience of
all its abhorrent prejudice; bestowing upon me all
mesmerizing happiness that profoundly perpetuated the
atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which ebulliently
elevated me from my spells of deplorable depression;
impregnated a river of unfathomable enchantment in
nervously circulating streams of my impoverished
blood,

There was something in that voice; which made me feel
like a majestic prince of all times; traversing
through the lanes of grandiloquent desire; manifesting
each of my benign dream into a perpetual reality,

There was something in that voice; which marvelously
brought out my humanitarian spirit; made me
benevolently commiserate with all my mates; dithering
towards the horizons of a ghastly extinction,

There was something in that voice; which royally
replenished my frigidly disastrous lips with
astoundingly blissful smiles; profusely enlightened my
survival with the Omniscient enlightenment to bond
with all mankind,

There was something in that voice; which resolutely
told me to always follow the unassailable voices of my
heart; coalesce my spirit forever with; euphorically
evergreen humanity,

There was something in that voice; which perennially
transpired me to transcend beyond the ultimate
crescendo of magnificent artistry; never made me
realize that I was dwindling all hope in vibrant life,

There was something in that voice; which made me
disdainfully shun all bombastic cynosure; meditate
till beyond realms of eternal eternity; in an
incredulously aristocratic entrenchment of bountiful
selflessness,

There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly
triggered me to implore and eradicate all my
devilishly hidden fallacies; philander in the
ingratiatingly ravishing charisma of the majestic
atmosphere,

There was something in that voice; which numbed all my
trauma with its unconquerably Omnipotent aura; made
me wonderfully believe in the laws of symbiotic
existence; made me believe in my unlimited mountain of
positive strengths,

There was something in that voice; which illuminated
my perniciously withering existence with the fragrance
of unshakable togetherness; made me feel as if
Almighty Lord was always there to help me by my side,

There was something in that voice; which made me
immortally love every graciously vivacious element of
living kind; bow down in due adulation of the powers
of the Omnipresent Creator Divine,

And there was something in that voice; which gifted me
a countless radiant breaths when infact I had asked
for just one; and could humbly become the very reason
for my destitute mates; to be holistically alive….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»There was no heart born

There was no balloon born on this Universe which did
not preposterously burst; unrelentingly diffuse into
boundless fragments of gruesomely pulverized rubber;
at being pricked,

There was no desert born on this Universe which did
not acrimoniously simmer; relentlessly torch countless
organisms in vicinity; to inconspicuously threadbare
fragments under the sweltering Sun,

There was no ocean born on this Universe which did not
ravishingly undulate; enchantingly disseminate into an
unsurpassable mountain of mesmerizing froth; every
unfurling minute of the night and flamboyant day,

There was no star born on this Universe which did not
gregariously twinkle; aristocratically pacify even the
most inexplicably traumatic misery; with the
profoundly miraculous Omnipotence in its shine,

There was no camel born on this Universe which did not
laggardly hunch; exhilaratingly ingratiate even the
most drearily alien of travelers; with its amiable
smile in all times,

There was no rose born on this Universe which did not
bountifully blossom; ubiquitously propagate the
essence of wonderfully timeless equality; to even the
most remotely fathomless quarter of this Omniscient
planet,

There was no cloud born on this Universe which did not
celestially intoxicate; indefatigably mesmerize all
gruesomely remorseful morbidity in the atmosphere;
with infinite colors of vibrantly fulminating love,

There was no dewdropp born on this Universe which did
not fabulously romance; sensuously enlighten every
treacherously whipping iota of drudgery on this
commercial globe; with an unfathomable canvas of
optimistic light and artistry,

There was no eyelash born on this Universe which did
not mischievously flutter; blissfully transit even the
most monotonously mechanical entities; back into
realms of impeccably heavenly childhood,

There was no mind born on this Universe which did not
wildly fantasize; let itself uninhibitedly wander in
the lanes of untamed voluptuousness; fervently hoping
that this reverie didn’t end for centuries immemorial,

There was no shadow born on this Universe which did
not enigmatically shimmer; perpetuate every bit of
dolorously vengeful space in the cosmos; with
stupendously princely tranquility,

There was no truth born on this Universe which did not
symbiotically unite; coalescing all thunderously
powerful and diminutively timid; in threads of eternal
mankind and alike,

There was no destiny born on this Universe which did
not handsomely magnetize; baffling even the most
sagaciously stringent norms of science and
contemporary chemistry; with the unsurpassable ocean
of intricacies in vivacious life, with an
unsurpassable ocean of piquant vacillations in
vivacious life,

There was no tortoise born on this Universe which did
not tirelessly laze; feasting its unbelievably
potbellied belly in overwhelmingly harmonious tandem;
with the light of the simmering Sun,

There was no rainbow born on this Universe which did
not vividly enthrall; bestowing a limitless
entrenchment of eclectically fructifying desire upon
every despicably bereaved organism; on this
fascinating planet,

There was no lion born on this Universe which did not
majestically roar; unconquerably reign supreme as the
king of the mystical jungle; everytime this earth
magnanimously proliferated and was enchanting born,

There was no woman born on this Universe which did not
graciously attract; inevitably drawing even the most
sonorously whiplashing of organisms; in her
tumultuously tantalizing and sensuously divine swirl,

There was no breath born on this Universe which did
not unstoppably bless; evolve an impregnable
entrenchment of godly solidarity and charisma; on
every deplorably barren cranny of this endless earth,

And there was no heart born on this Universe which did
not perpetually love; bonding each of its beats with
its unendingly transpiring passion; immortally
following its tunes for infinite more births yet to
come; irrespective of whatever might come its way….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.